The Storm In Her Head

P- T h e S t o r m I n H e r H e a d

There was a gush of thoughts in her head
like winds moving from east to west she said.
Wild ideas floated in there,
as if time she couldn't spare.

Dreams she wanted to fulfill,
But they were those her parents want to kill.
Because to them,
She was their precious gem.
Emotions were running wild,
these she never learnt to subside.

She thought with digression,
Is heartbreak after love that predictable in our generation?
All this was merely a storm of words.
It was,
The Storm In Her Head.